Page 39 of Bait Wolf
I found it odd that he hadn’t been nervous to touch me when we’d made love and it occurred to me that it wasthisintimacy of a quiet, loving moment that he wasn’t used to.
“It wasn’t your fault,” he said, his fingertips brushing gently over my beard.
My eyes fluttered shut.
“I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”
“You have other stuff to worry about,” Ember argued.
I fixed my gaze on him, making sure that he was really watching me.
“Ember, you deserve to be taken care of and loved and spoiled. Will you let me spoil you?” I asked, and I couldn’t resist brushing our lips together.
His face tilted up, automatically seeking more, and I obliged, pressing him into the cushions to kiss him deeply, tasting him briefly before forcing myself to pull back.
I shut my eyes, resting my forehead against Ember’s for a moment while I tried to remember why I’d wanted to stop.
“I have to feed you,” I finally remembered.
Ember laughed breathlessly.
“Can’t that wait?” he asked, chewing his bottom lip, and all of my resolve vanished.
I rolled onto him, taking that plump lip between mine and sucking on it while my hands moved over him, making him gasp.
He was already hard, his body reacting to my presence just the way that mine did to his, and we both moaned as our cocks lined up. I pressed down against him, thrusting gently so that our lengths dragged together.
A ragged gasp left Ember’s parted lips and I bent my head down, tasting his sweet mouth, holding his head still so I could kiss him while we moved.
His wet tip spurted precome, drenching us both so that our cocks slipped together wetly until we were both moaning and clinging to each other.
His hands reached for my ass, gripping me tightly, forcing me to move faster and push down harder, crushing our lengths between us, encapsulated by the slick heat of our bodies.
“Fuck me,” he groaned.
I hadn’t wanted to. I’d wanted to take him out and fucking spoil him rotten. To spend every moment of the rest of the day making him feel special and loved. I’d wanted this to be quick, to leave us wanting more, but how the hell was I supposed to say no when he asked me outright?
“Please, Coal,” he whined, spreading his legs around my hips and driving the nail into the coffin.
“Fuck, Ember,” I groaned in return, unable to find words, unable to do anything but cant my hips down and rock them until my cock was wet from his slick, the tip seeking out his entrance.
I bore down, slipping inside his tight, welcoming heat and my eyes rolled, balls tightening, pleasure tingling through my spine.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned.
I pulled back, leaving just the tip inside, my cock jumping at the loss, tugging at Ember’s hole and making him gasp and arch. The cold air helped immediately but the sight of Ember under me did the opposite.
He lifted onto his elbows, watching me, his long, dark hair a mess, t-shirt askew, lips red from being kissed so hard, cheeks flushed.
I had to shut my eyes against the image.
“You’re too beautiful,” I moaned. “Going to make me come too soon.”
“So, come,” he whispered, putting his feet down on my calves to leverage himself up.
I took a shuddering breath as he swallowed my cock back into his hole, clenching around my length as he pressed closer, taking it deeper.
His head fell back and he began to ride me, slowly rocking his hips up and down, until his legs were trembling and he was whining from the pleasure.
